PaiPai-Romane

Kapitel 96

"Come on, come on. Are you going to take it one by one, or... wow... there's no need to be in such a hurry..." Before the words were even finished, the assassins had already swarmed forward.

Beitang Yujian's figure floated up, flashed, and landed again: "Take your time and proceed in order. This young master will take good care of you one by one..."

Despite the flashing blades before his eyes, he remained calm and composed, as if he didn't see them at all.

The assassins joined forces, creating a web of flashing blades before them.

Beitang Yujian's figure swayed, and the long giant sword on his back slid off and pierced straight in front of him.

"If it's a dead person, they shouldn't self-destruct so violently, right?" he muttered to himself. The greatsword emitted a strong white light, which spread out in all directions, as if the greatsword had transformed into hundreds of small white longswords, which rushed towards the attacking assassins.

All that could be heard was the incessant clanging sound, along with desperate screams.

Beitang Yujian stood in the center of the light and shadow, and waved his hand: "Kill!"

With a deep thud, the battle ended in an instant.

Small white swords, like nimble snakes, pierced the hearts of the assassins, who fell to the ground one by one.

However, one figure, like a fish that slipped through the net, leaped out of the light and shadow at the last possible moment.

Beitang Yujian seemed not to have noticed, and only when the scene was completely silent did he sheathe his greatsword, step forward, look at the corpses scattered on the ground, and say, "Seems safe?"

Before the sound was finished, a low, familiar explosion could be heard.

Beitang Yujian shouted, "Miscalculation!" and leaped out of the battle circle.

"The Grand Councilor treats the young master very well," said the attendant.

"Of course! It's not just good, it's absolutely fantastic!" Le Yan replied smugly, having just finished showering, and lazily slumped into her chair.

“However, Lord Chu treats the young master quite well too,” Mo Hua said.

"Which Lord Chu? Hey, hey, hey, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! If the Lord Chu you're talking about is the Grand Councilor, then that's fine, very fine. But if you're talking about... that guy," as if pricked by a thorn, Le Yan sat up from her chair, her defenses fully activated, "This young master is about to slap someone..."

Shi Shu and Mo Hua exchanged a glance.

The maidservant said, "Young master, you haven't really fallen for the Grand Councilor, have you?"

Mo Hua frowned as well: "He...Young Master, don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?"

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Le Yan was taken aback, meeting the astonished gazes of Shi Shu and Mo Hua. Suddenly remembering something, she smiled, "Ah, so sleepy, why isn't Xiao Di back yet?"

Avoiding their gazes, he stood up and walked straight to the door.

Shi Shu saw that she was only wearing a thin dress, which was being blown by the wind by the door, revealing her frail body. Her heart ached, and she got up to get her coat and ran to the door.

He draped his coat over Le Yan's shoulders before saying softly, "We can't interfere in Young Master's affairs, but... Young Master, you should think this over carefully, lest..."

He glanced up and saw Le Yan's inexplicably cold gaze. He frowned, didn't say anything, sighed, and turned to leave.

Le Yan stood at the doorway, gazing into the darkness before her.

A gust of wind blew by, lifting a corner of the red dress and almost blowing the outer garment off.

She had no choice but to reach out and grab her collar, but the wind picked up even more.

The white undershirt danced and fluttered in the wind alongside the red dress.

Le Yan swayed slightly, then reached out her right hand and grabbed the edge of the door.

"You haven't actually fallen for the Military Commissioner, have you?"

"Young master, don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?"

His grip on the door tightened, revealing the faint, menacing white knuckles between his fingers.

A cold drizzle was still falling from the sky.

The raindrops were blown by the wind and landed on her face.

Won't?

Why not?

Not suitable? Haha, hahaha.

She was bewildered yet resolute, and finally smiled faintly.

In the darkness, a teasing voice suddenly rang out: "Oh dear, Brother Le, you're up at night, leaning against the door, waiting for me? Such affection truly moves me to tears."

Dragon and Tiger Fight in the Capital Chapter 113 Cold Rainy Night

Beitang Yujian could have gone to a better place.

However, the moment the man in blue inside waved his sleeve, he knew that his "good place" had vanished in an instant.

The other party refused his request to stay overnight.

As expected.

Finding an interesting person you click with in this world is already difficult enough, but what's even more painful is when the other person thinks you're not interesting at all.

They even shooed him out of the mansion like a fly.

In Beitang Yujian's own words: "With my handsome looks, dashing demeanor, and outstanding skills, it would be your loss not to keep me around."

But for Chu Gexing, it's probably the opposite.

So they didn't even bother to see him, and ruthlessly drove Beitang Yujian out of the governor's mansion like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Fortunately, Beitang Yujian was an optimistic person. Standing outside the governor's mansion, he cried out twice in sorrow, "My pure young heart has been hurt like this." After thinking for a moment, he added, "Fortunately, I still have one or two lovers."

And so he appeared before Tang Leyan.

Tang Leyan was startled, snapping out of her reverie.

I saw the person emerge from the darkness, their hair and eyes were wet, but they still shone with light.

That bit of light made this person look different. Tang Leyan smiled: "Why does Brother Bei look like a homeless... uh... you know?"

Beitang Yujian flicked his sleeve and stepped onto the stairs: "Brother Le, you are truly kind-hearted. Let me guess, are you trying to say that I am a handsome but dejected and melancholy man, like a lost soul in the rain?"

"Not bad, not bad." Tang Leyan nodded. "If everyone were as open-minded as Brother Beitang, the world would be a better place."

Beitang Yujian went up into the corridor, patting his clothes, causing water droplets to splash everywhere.

Tang Leyan covered her face, but a few drops of water still splashed on her face.

He was like a stray dog that had just found a home, shaking his fur.

Tang Leyan was moved by her own imagination and covered her mouth to laugh.

Just then, Beitang Yujian looked up.

Right in front of him, in the dim light of the lanterns under the corridor, he could see clearly.

The person in front of me had probably just taken a bath; their entire body exuded a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Her hair didn't seem completely dry; it was soft and loose over her shoulders, and unlike usual, it wasn't tied up in a bun on top of her head. Instead, it was all spread out to the sides, with a few strands of dry hair falling down her cheeks.

His eyebrows and eyes were distinct, and his long eyebrows, which were originally handsome, were covered by his hair, which obscured the slanted arc at the ends. When he smiled, his eyes curved downwards and became dazzled, giving him a somewhat sweet appearance.

She wore a light, white long robe underneath, which fluttered in the wind. Her outer garment was bright red, draped diagonally over her shoulders, and the collar was held under her neck by a delicate hand, making her look like a white lotus under a red cloud.

Beitang Yujian was taken aback, and all the words he wanted to say were suddenly stuck in his throat.

I felt as if something had gently tapped my heart, playfully reminding me.

"Who's here?" someone inside asked.

"Shishu, go prepare a room, and also, prepare some hot water," Leyan said, stopping her smile and turning to give the instructions.

"Okay." Footsteps sounded, but no one came out; they walked inside.

"Brother Beitang, please come in." Leyan gestured with her hand.

Beitang Yujian smiled and said, "I'm so sorry to trouble you, Brother Le."

As I stepped forward, just before entering the living room, I turned to glance at the person beside me.

When you get very close to her, that peculiar fragrance becomes even more pronounced.

Beitang Yujian glanced at her thoughtfully, then smiled, turned and stepped inside.

"So, Brother Beitang anticipated that someone would come looking for you. Therefore..."

“It’s a pity…” Beitang Yujian frowned, “I deliberately let the last survivor escape, but he still exploded and died halfway through the chase. It’s really strange.”

"So, whether they're dead, maimed, or even alive and unharmed, if they're caught and can't escape, they'll all explode and die?"

"It seems that's correct."

"Is there really such a clever system in the world that allows someone to commit suicide at will, and there's no time to stop them?"

What do you think, Brother Le?

"Speaking of which, I was also attacked this afternoon."

Who is it?

"It was like a dragon that appears and disappears without a trace, only giving me a bunch of ice needles and vanishing without a sound."

As Le Yan recalled the scene, she suddenly thought of the sedan chair in the rain and couldn't help but smile.

Beitang Yujian misunderstood her smile and laughed along, saying, "It seems this mysterious organization is indeed mysterious, ha, haha."

Le Yan's smile vanished: "Well, based on Brother Bei's description, I think that since this mysterious organization arranged everything so meticulously, perhaps the deaths of those people weren't voluntary, but rather..."

Beitang Yujian was taken aback: "You mean, there's someone else?"

Le Yan said, "That's right. Whenever an assassin makes a move, someone else monitors the situation, and if the assassin fails, someone else will take over to eliminate the threat."

Beitang Yujian's body trembled: "Now that you mention it... I seem to recall that there was something like this in the secret records of the Sword Pavilion."

What is it?

Beitang Yujian frowned and slowly said, "About... the Cleaners."

"The Cleaners?" Le Yan turned her head.

Beitang Yujian explained, "That's right. It seems to be someone in the gang who is responsible for handling the aftermath. For example, if an assassin makes a move and the other party requests that no trace be left, the aftermath will be handled by the Cleanup Personnel. Now it seems that the power of this mysterious organization is not to be underestimated. If there really is such a thing as the Cleanup Personnel, it is not surprising."

Le Yan nodded: "That's right. It seems that it was most likely the cleaners who did it. It looks like we'll have to be careful when we encounter these people in the future, lest they be lurking in the shadows."

“But now all the clues have gone cold again,” sighed Beitang Yujian.

“How could that be?” Le Yan smiled.